Just Past the Bend

 Past the gates of time, Lies an eternal domain. The master of which, Is the god all shame. You'll find no mercy here, In this kingdom of grief. Just mans final reward, for his lack of belief. It's a place that smells, Of great sickening and rot. Where sin is the flame, And the fire dieth not. Forgiveness and mercy, They aren't found here. Just misery and grief, with darkness and fear. With your destiny now settled, As you pass through the gate. The sign on the wall, reads,  NOW IT'S TO LATE . Your home is now, The most miserable of lands. Home of the lost, Home of the damned. 

I thought I'd just write, To let you know. I've been missing you, And I still love you so. I know we don't visit, or talk like we should. But every time that I call, You say the times not good. Every time I make plans, For just you and Me. Something always comes up, And you can't get free. I grow jealous for time, With you alone. You see I still love you, Even though you've been gone. So from My throne in heaven, I just wanted you to know. I miss you, And I still love you so.  

At the foot of great mountains, stands the strongest of trees. Near the river that gives life, whose flow is to ease. But life has a way, to test power and strength. Even of the mighty tree, high in its length. First comes a drought, to burn on the land. It comes to test the trees roots, and weaken its stand. Then come the insects, that eat up its leaves. They destroy all growth, bringing only disease.  Now sickened and dry, the rotting begins. With no sap in its branches, to hold back the winds. At a place where power and fruit, proudly once stood. Now lay the weak and the barren, just brittle wood. Can a simple tree, Speak into our lives? Without ever saying a word, To the fool and the wise. #YouTellMe 

Clouds drift in, moisture begins to build. Then the clouds break open, as rain begins to spill.  Just one drop in time, just a one-time drop. Origin from above, sent from the top.  One little drop, headed for the ground. Lost amongst the many, all headed down. Just a vapor in time, falling to earth. Sent intentionally for a purpose, to add to it's worth. Unsure of who it may touch, as it flows strait down. Given just a moment, then on to the ground. A vapor in time, Purposed not to swerve! Just one little drop Sent, in time to serve. All are sent to water, one thing or another. As well as to refresh the lives, of one another. Ecclesiastes 12:7 And the dust returns to the ground it came from, and the spirit returns to God who gave it. 

There is an internal battle we fight,   day in and day out. One the outside world,  knows nothing about. Our flesh and our spirit, clash each day. Inside there is a war being fought, for who shall guide our way. Our flesh awakens, with a want to sin. Then it goes on to tell us, how to begin. "Just trust me, I won't lead you astray!"  ”Everything you want, you should have today!" Fortunately our spirit, stands ready to defend. As it reminds us of consequence's, and how this will end. Our flesh will counter with, “how bad can that really be? Everyone else does it, just listen to me!” Then our spirit reminds us, “think before we leap. For as we sow, we will surely reap." Then our flesh will admit, “well it might be a little bad. ” "But while we're doing it, we'll be glad!" Then our spirit reminds us, our eternal bill has...

At mans greatest crossroad, a marker was placed. Marking the moment, GOD gave us grace. For a few short moments, time stood still. As this cross was erected, high on a hill. Pointing the way, that all might find. A place of forgiveness, for all mankind. As the years roll by, and moments still cross. This marker still stands, to welcome the lost. Many have passed, ignoring the sign. But for all who looked up, they crossed in time.

I met Him on a highway, I often traveled on. Rarely seeing anyone, on the highway called, Alone. Passers by, did just that, as they kept on their way.  So I thought it strange, as He stopped to talk that day. He joked about the highway, and the roughness of the road. Then He asked if I went this way, even with...a heavy load? Yes I said, many times and the highway, makes me more weary by the day. Many times I've wondered why, as I travel on my way. Then He asked, if He could carry, the largest of my load. That seemed so out of place, on a rough and weary road. He said, everyday I walk this highway, with the weary and beaten down. Willing to carry what they will allow, as I try to keep them, from falling to the ground. Many times I offer, and many times I'm turned down. Later, I always find those,  crushed...on the ground. Strange I said, You willing to help us , who walk alone? Then a...

In life we know, that death must come. And yes, it comes for all, not just some. Since I've gone first, please don't cry. For now my home, is beyond the sky. I no longer have worries, or any pain. There is no stress here, or any strain. Why the only thing missing here, is you my friend. But there's a mansion,  reserved in  your name, Just Past the Bend. You won't disappoint me, if you're a little late. Up here, it hardly seems, like having to wait. Tell all who'll listen, that Jesus is the key. For without Him, they can't come,  with you and me. I won't say goodbye,   because I'll see you again. You see my mansion is next door, Just Past the Bend. 

The strongest among us, still fall down. With the cares of this life, and it’s problems...all around. We fight day to day, with this temple of skin. Then add in the world, and all of its sin. We fight with the devil, and with our pet peeves. The cares of this world,   challenge all that believe. I know there are moments, when it feels like... that’s it! I can’t take anymore, not one little bit. Then the devil arrives,   to tell you more junk. He says, you’ve blown it this time, your Christian ship...has sunk. Dust yourself off, there from where you lay. For though the righteous may fall, today...is a new day. You are not forgotten, nor have you been cast aside. The Lord is your refuge, and in Him...you abide. You are still loved, just remember,   fight the good fight. For as surely as The Son shines, there will be nights. The storms of this life, Will come to us all.  Wi...

As Shadrach,  Meshach, and Abednego, awaited what would be, sure fire. They held on to the hope, of He that is Higher. Facing a furnace, of consuming flames. Their faith wavered not, in the enemy's games. They would not bow, nor worship the kings gold. For they refused to sellout, their heart and their soul. Though cast alive,  into the fire. Let GOD be true, and man be a liar. Though the fire did burn, out of control. Loss came to the enemy, not to the fold. Awaiting all,  who will not waver. In the midst of any fire, stands our Savior. And though our flames, still burn by the enemies hand. Just remember,  in the midst of the fire, stands The Son of Man.  Did not we cast three men bound into the midst of the fire? They answered and said unto the king, True, O king  He answered and said, Lo, I see four men loose, walking in ...